Post by lexington on Jan 14, 2010 0:49:01 GMT -5
LEXINGTON KAYSIE RAINARD
[/font]"SHE'S TROUBLE IN A TANKTOP, PRETTY LITTLE TIME BOMB"[/font]
[/center]FULL NAME: lexington kaysie rainardbecky lou filip[/blockquote]
AGE: seventeen
MEMBER GROUP: kleptomaniac
GRADE: eleven
BIRTH PLACE: spokane, washington
RELIGION: undecided
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
PLAYBY:
AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT
[/font]" THERE'S NO TRUTH AND WHO CARES, WHY DO YOU SAY IT LIKE YOU'RE RIGHT? "[/font][/center]
1.
"well, might as well start off with why i'm here....okay...deep breath....hi, my name is lexi and i am a klepto...you see, the really sad part is that i really don't like doing it. its just a habbit that i pretty much do without even noticing it. my brain doesn't work as fast as my hands, you see. yes, i know its bad, but i just can't help it. it makes me feel alive. i don't drink, smoke, do drugs....i'm almost a good girl. i just have a problem with sticky fingers...hehe."
2.
"i have a little brother, ronnie, he's the cutest thing ever. he's four years old now, i miss him terribly. i haven't seen him since his third birthday, i'm banned from him...and pretty much my entire family. i've been trying to convince my parents bring him for a visit, but they won't talk to me either. i don't really miss my parents, just my baby brother."
3.
"so i guess i should explain the deal with my family, mainly just my parents. i come from a nice upper middle class family, right? well, when klepto-mania started, that's what i call this part of my life, they tried to get me all the psychiatric help they could find. but that just didn't seem to work, obviously. so since they realized they couldn't fix me, they dropped me. couldn't handle a bad mark on their social status, i guess. thus why i am here, it's the first place they found."
4.
"one thing that probably sets me apart from everyone in this place is that i do not cuss. i've only cussed about three or four times in my entire life. yeah, i know, strange. people have even called me a freak for it, but i just think they're nasty words. i guess that's my christian upbringing coming out in me. i mean, i don't really know what i am anymore...don't know if i believe in God or not...but i still try to be a good person, ya know? well, aside from the stealing..."
5.
"i'm a bit of a vintage freak. i love old things. my bike is from the 60's, i'm in love with the beatles, and all my clothes looks like i lived in the early 60's. no, not the hippy clothes, but the nice, conservative. i'm not much for showing skin..."
6.
"okay, don't judge too much, but i swear that the number twenty three stalks me. i know what you're thinking, it's not because of the jim carrey movie. no, i started reading up on it when i was fourteen. yes, it is crazy, but have you ever looked around and actually paid attention to the numbers around you? well, start, an you'll see the number too. no, it hasn't and won't drive me psycho enough to commit suicide. you can't deny, it is quite the coincidence, though."
7.
"okay, last but surely not least. i will have to admit, i have a bit of an anger problem...i have been known to pull a switch blade out on people. but before you start fearing me and calling me dangerous, take another look. almost every day, any normal day, i am as harmless as a feather...i swear its hard sometimes to open a bottle of water...there is only one thing that will set me off. certain days for me are bad. like the anniversary of my parents dropping me off here. a big one is my birthday, i've just had bad experiences in the past of that. mainly, though, just the subject of my parents is a sore one. i avoid it as much as i can. but please, be careful of my mood, i really hate being mean to someone, much less hurting them..."
WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO
[/font]" DREAM OF GOD WHEN IT'S SALVATION THAT YOU WANT? "[/font][/center]
NAME: destry
AGE: hi
EXPERIENCE: 6 years
TIME ZONE: eastern
OTHER CHARACTERS: none
Well I don't have to listen now
Live this day down
If I can't feel a thing
You might as well save your goodbyes
We can give this train wreck one last ride
Live this day down
If I can't feel a thing
You might as well save your goodbyes
We can give this train wreck one last ride
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The bottle hit the bedside as the fallen angel tried to drink away her sorrows, but they seemed to fallow her, everywhere.. She couldn't kill herself again because the pattern would just repeat herself again, and she sighed rolling on her side looking at the emptiness.. Arric's side remained untouched, as usual... Cold sheets again. She bit her lip and sat up. Black feathers were everywhere in her room, like a thick black carpet. Her wings had a habit of coming out when she got upset, and seeing how she pretty much stayed upset, the were usually out.
She looked at the bottle of Vodka and she closed her eyes.. It was running on empty.. No wonder she couldn't see straight. She sighed and chugged down the rest of it before tossing it to the side and got up walking to the bathroom she stared at herself.. She would be utterly beautiful if she didn't have those thick dark circles underneath her eyes from all of the sleepless nights. Her hair was a wreck, and her lips were sullen into a straight line.
It had been so long since those beautiful lips parted into a smile. It had been so long since, she had really done anything but curl up to a bottle of whiskey or vodka and screamed and cried. She sighed and shook before drawing back her hand and breaking the glass in the mirror. With that emotion her wings shot out from her back and she screamed out in pain and her knees hit the ground and she panted as her blood leaked down onto the marble floor, mixing with the glass. She panted and sighed. The world was spinning from her drunken state. She shook harder and didn't have the strength to stand up yet.. She knew she would just fall right back down and be back at square one.
She decided that she was just going to crawl to the stand in shower and turn on the warm water, carefully taking off her shirt and other clothes. Her large black wings out, the curtains open, water pouring out on the floor outside blood still leaking from her back... She sighed and closed her eyes as the warmness touched her skin. She could barely feel it anymore, the vodka made things seem a lot less intense, for all she knew the water could be burning her skin, but she didn't care.. She felt so lonely... So far off tract that she just... Didn't want to feel any more, anything...
